IT'S COMPLETELY OUT
OF THE QUESTION, THEN?
IT'S MY STUPID FAULT
FOR MESSING WITH THE BRAS.
# WE ESCAPE #
I SUPPOSE WE'LL BE OK, AS LONG AS A
TREE DOESN'T FALL THROUGH THE ROOF.
MRS DOYLE, I THINK FATHER JESSUP
WAS BEING A BIT, ER, SARCASTIC.
OH! GOAL! GOAL! YES!
NO, THANKS, TED.
GERRY FIELDS, YOUR GO.
PROBABLY ALL THAT WAS LEFT
AFTER THE PARTY.
LIVES WITH A PIG-IGNORANT
OLD-TIMER NAMED JACK HACKETT,
OH, RIGHT. SORRY ABOUT THAT, TED.
I'M GOIN' FOR A FAG!
CRAGGY ISLAND PAROCHIAL HOUSE,
FATHER TED CRILLY SPEAKING.
- WHO?
- FROSTY. FATHER FROST.
I THOUGHT THE STANDARD WAS RUBBISH.
(HUUGEN NOTES SONG PLAYING IN LIFT)
SEE? SHE CAN'T
KEEP HER BALANCE AT ALL.
I'D BE TOO EMBARRASSED
TO TELL THEM HOW I BROKE IT -
- A GOOD, LONG REST.
- WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME!
(LAUGHING)
AREN'T NUNS GREAT?
NEXT YOU'LL TELL ME
YOU DIDN'T LOCK THE FRONT DOOR!
OH, HIM. YES.
HE'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITES.
THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.